Her movements would be better described as "demonstrating martial prowess" than as fighting.
No matter what type of weapon it was, she countered it with an effective one; no matter what kind of object it was, in her eyes, it became a weapon. Combined attacks and chaotic strikes failed to disrupt her rhythm, as she created a vacuum of space amidst the crowd of magic armors by herself.
In contrast to her ease and grace, Hong Siyu's expression was a bit more solemn.
The magic armors besieging Yuan had yet to achieve success, and the tomes before her were becoming increasingly indefinable, slowly showing signs of reverting from books back into pages.
As this tendency became more apparent over time, and about five minutes into the battle, Hong Siyu couldn't help but let out a stifled hum as the tomes before her dissipated.
Along with the disappearance of the tomes, the magic armors surrounding Yuan also vanished.